The 31st Piece Overturns the Game Board - Chapter 347

Because of his master’s wine, he had somehow become the husband of a cold CEO — I’m still a virgin, please be gentle. He was from an ancient sect and had both Buddhism and Dao cultivation methods. The youth Qin Wu stepped out of the great mountain once again, stirring up the winds and clouds in the city.

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Copy one:
The depressive little girl with her soul disguised as a man is pitiful. The all-round female artist Qiao Yu originally thought she was holding a script for the upgrading of the entertainment industry, and the rest of her life should be surrounded by fans, hugging from left to right, but unexpectedly she was surrounded by three The big brother chased and blocked, but he couldn’t get rid of it.
The genius novelist with future royalties of over 100 million has soft eyes: “I can write you any character you want.”
There is something in the words of the C-person of the men’s group that is popular with half the sky: “Their fans say that we have a lot of CP feeling.”
The crown prince of the group with a net worth of tens of billions boldly tested: “Xiaoyu, do you want resources?”
Qiao Yubenyu: “You don’t need to duck.”
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Text two:
In the last life, Qiao Yu’s looks were not strong enough to make up for it, but in this life, the poor Qiao Yu has a god-given appearance, beauty and strength coexist.
It is said that the entertainment circle has been fighting for many years, and the appearance of Qiao Yu has finally unified the fan circle.
She is the omnipotent treasure idol.
She is the top traffic at the peak of her debut.
She is the rose teenager that everyone is crazy about.
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Q: What are your thoughts on being named the most sleepy male artist among girls in the fan circle for three consecutive years?
Qiao Yu: Eat less vegetables and drink more, everything in your dreams.

Content tags: Soul transformation Entertainment circle Women disguised as men Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Qiao Yu ┃ Supporting roles: Ye Xiguang, Fang Qiubai, Ji Weitong ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: She is a beauty pageant boy.

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Accidentally reborn as the son of the distant cousin of the Squib, the mother of Harry Potter’s friend Ron, and lived in this world as the second generation of Squib for eleven years.

He originally planned to be an accountant like his father in the future, but he didn’t expect fate to play a joke on him, and he didn’t know the slightest bit of magic, but he received the exact same envelope as his sister on his eleventh birthday.

Due to the expectations of his parents, he reluctantly accepted the reality, but inadvertently discovered another secret…

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The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]